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[libidinelost]

closed starter—   @reaver-king.

A client’s name, and not the kind who wanted her information. It was an oddity when she first saw it, hefty coin being paid for a whore’s time in the evening. Then she saw the name.

Gangplank.

Of course someone like him found her, after she painstakingly made sure she disappeared after every informant gig she got. Had the coin not been so much, she would have ripped the note that came with it and made herself scarce from Bilgewater for the next few months. But there was also something she found interesting about the parchment, and the request written on it for her.

“The docks, after dark. Wear something acceptable,” Scoffing, she shoved the note in her bra, pulling on the dress skirt she had to straighten it. By no means was it the prettiest thing, crinkled from laying in the back of a drawer for so many years. It was a miracle it still mostly fit in all the right places. Perhaps one of her only items left after her parents threw her out, the black dress fell just above her knees, the ruffled sleeves portraying an aire of class that was no longer her’s to claim. Gangplank didn’t seem like a man who partook in classy women, but Hook was never one to deny good money, nor look a gift horse in the mouth. So long as the reaver king didn’t attempt to rend her head from her shoulders, she’d take a chance.

The sun finally sank below the horizon, and she turned a corner to the docks, looking around. Standing in public wouldn’t be an option for him, not with Fortune still acting like she ran the place, so it wasn’t a shock when she saw nothing nears the docks but barrels of gnarly fish. This was definitely where he specified though, whether they left the docks once they met or not was another subject. Jorie hoisted herself onto one of the closed barrels, perching herself while she waited for her date.

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@old-yawn-belly​ continued from here

“I fear you underestimate me, girl. With but a word, I can take you miles from this place. Far from these brutes and gutters, where no bounty board knows your name. Or perhaps you’d rather reposition yourself here in Bilgewater? If you tire of the beds, maybe you should try your hand at running such an establishment. I know a fair few owners I’m sure would be willing to pass over the responsibilities, with a little negotiatin’. Or perhaps you’re merely seeking protection. I can assure you, no brute, or bounty hunter would dare treat you ill after you’re seen in the company of a friend like me.”

A quirked brow meant he at least had her attention, which was saying something kind as sweet talkers were never one to catch her ear. There was still some skepticism, her arms crossed and shifting her weight from one side to the other. But a life of knives at her throat favored her skepticism, as it always did.

“Women in my profession never get out of this life, it seems. No matter how much we want it, I’ve seen the same girls try to leave and come back ‘round when they hit their worst all over again. I didn’t chose to slum it at a whorehouse, but damn if I didn’t make the best of it, wouldn’t you agree?”

Her appearance didn’t make much to prove her point. Disheveled hair, shirt that was more fray than fabric, and stockings that looked like they’d been a wharf rat’s appetizer. But, damn, if the coin she had hidden away could talk, it would speak horrors of how Hook came to procure such a fortune. Plenty of back’s stabbed there.

“Besides, nothin’ comes without a price. Especially with you. What’s the rub?“

[hidterrae]

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[hidterrae-a]

@vilefeather continued from here

“Fascinating.”

Tone flat and dispassionate, illustrating his limited interest in the other’s introduction. Having simply requested a name and an origin, the vast majority of the woman’s words do not remain within his mind for long; whatever broad do-gooder motivations this hunter may possess are quite irrelevant to him.

“Tell me, then, ‘Delphine Stathos,’” he echoes, visored gaze sweeping slowly across her form, “What relations might you bear with the Healing Church?”

“I know of the Church, though I am not an affiliate. I’d cooperate with those holy to escort residents unafflicted by the sickness if asked of me though.”

The look on his face didn’t speak to having much interesting in crossing another hunter, something many hunters seemed to share in Yharnam. She’d gotten her share of love and hatred from it’s denizens, some to think she had something to do with the hunt and others just happy they themselves wouldn’t have to hunt or be hunted.

“And yourself? I don’t recognize much of your garb.”

She, of course, was referring to the armor he donned. It was not those of the Church, though that is what he asked about. All she could hope was that the one before her held no ill-will to those at the Church, lest she be forced to fight.

[hidterrae-a]

❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞

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“A.. hug you say..?” 

Unfamiliar with physical comforting, the duchess was at a loss. The woman was quite new to Demacia but also made herself seem like a useful ally. At the very least, she was somebody Lady Stathos wanted to keep on her good side. Though perhaps a hug was a little further than she usually took her alliances.

“Will you come inside? I can have my servants put some tea on. You sound like you might be in more need than just a hug, though perhaps I can provide if the situation demands.”

Opening the grand door further, she motioned Camille to enter the mansion.

[hidterrae-a]

‘ don’t allow the world to take your kindness ’

“My Luxanna, that is quite a dark statement to make. Quite surprising from you I must admit.”

The tea had just been served, Delphine tucked the pencil she had behind her ear. The sketchbook got placed onto the oak table, her glasses settled upon it after. The visit from the Crownguard daughter was a surprise one, but not unwelcome. There was no need for a rush away from the hall she’d been building pillars in, having been tired from the previous day and opting to just draw with pencil today.

The staff knew by now to put on tea as soon as Delphine accepted a guest, wishing them to feel as comfortable in the Stathos estate as possible. The fine china was perfect, set for two people to enjoy along with biscuits. Perhaps it was not her role, but Lady Stathos did take pleasure in entertaining her guests personally.Motioning for Lux to sit, she sat across from her.

“Is something troubling you? I’ve never seen you like this.”

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@lightshielded continued from here

            ‘ lady delphine. ’ the once - prince turned to her voice before lowering his gaze away. he hoped his surprise was not too noticeable on his tongue nor his tightly restrained dismay. truly, he had not be prepared to see anyone nor would he wish to in such a state. how could be inspire any sought of bravery or hope when he himself felt hopeless and cowed by the events which had only recently transpired. long had he trapped himself within his study, only appearing before the council and for meetings as required. he had brushed it off to those that inquired as him being busy, there was much to organise with the rule of the kingdom passing on to him from the previous monarch, and new regulations to instate given the violent mages now roaming his home free. while each was true, and he would not let any harm fall to the people he held dearest, but also he so often locked himself away such that no one would see him at his weakness. a king needed to be strong, and he, he was not sure that he was. ‘ i had not been expecting you. ’

he knew his eyes would be red - rimmed from the tears which threatened him with their fall but were held back at all moments. he also knew it was likely that his eyes were bearing dark shadows from his lack of rest and the stress which gripped his dreams. what an unroyal mess he was. jarvan’s hands clenched before releasing, the motion repeated a few more before idly reaching for a cloth to clean the ink from his hands, and the nerves from his mind. he swallowed drily, a deep breath taken to stabilise himself before turning back to her. he could hold himself together for a brief while, or rather he would have to. the king’s tone is even and controlled, overly so even, and his response his as measured as his visage. he might not be settled within, but he had perfected the art of appearing perfect a long time ago, even if he was far from the fact. ‘ there are no meetings scheduled for the shield council today, m’lady. what is it you thought i might need? ’

“Somebody to listen. I’m not here as an advisor, rather somebody who could offer an ear,” She sighed at the sight. Tired, disheveled, broken. All things she wouldn’t like to see of the king, though it was perhaps unavoidable. The recent rebellion had broken many spirits among the kingdom’s strongest.

She was of the opinion it would be up to those still holding together to pick the fallen up. It was the least she could do.

“I apologize for being here unannounced, but my discretion deemed it better to ask for forgiveness than permission. I was afraid of being turned away,” She bowed respectfully, motioning to chairs tucked away near the end of the room, “Shall we sit?”

Delphine dared not verbalize it, but Jarvan did seem weary. Getting him to relax, at least physically, may open the gateway to discussing what had been going through his mind since his father’s passing.